Sleeping Underneath An Emerald Willow

Take all the winter's sad thoughts from me, make me feel happiness, not the sadness of snow... be adventurous and follow me for a noon on my short journey leading to harmony and see me sleeping underneath an emerald willow. Does anyone dare to wake me up and ask me to dance... while I play my flute inducing squirrels and deers into trance as every bird gathers around to listen to a song of bright sunrise that will echo through this valley of maples and wandering butterflies? I wish that anyone hearing me play, would stop by a few moments and bring me lots of gorgeous flowers they find along the solitary paths, and instead of sleeping underneath an emerald willow, I'd rather share my joy with all to fill their melancholic spirits with a sentiment that comes from a cheerful boy.